Fasten your seatbelt. On these hot humid nights, slugs are doing it — wet, wild courtship and copulation like you've never seen.
Double rainbows broke out across Central Vermont Wednesday evening. Here are a few images from my blog followers and Facebook friends.
Kent McFarland, my colleague in conservation, and I speak for the spineless when we join Jane Lindholm at noon today for Vermont Public Radio's annual Insect Show.
From a classic field station and center for learning Down East in Maine, here's a report on butterflies, moths, dragonflies, damselflies, orchids, lichens and some of the people who love them.
Spend a lifetime in the rainforest and you will learn but a fraction of its secrets. In Costa Rica, the drama of life on Earth plays out on a thousand stages in every direction. So here's a report on the beauty of the tropics, its poisons and pleasures, and the pitfalls of knowledge. Oh, there's also a slide show.
Now begins my grand season of flight. I'm pulling the plug and going outside to chase birds and insects as much as possible until September. Maybe I'll see you out there.
Warblers are a force of nature, like gravity or sex or chocolate, like a Schubert piano trio or shooting the moon in hearts. Once you’ve enjoyed warblers, you only want more warblers. And there is no better time than now for warblers here in northern New England.
The Black-billed Cuckoo beat its caterpillars senseless this morning before swallowing them whole. The Scarlet Tanagers sang for us in full-frontal view. And an Eastern Bluebird warbled from the top of a white pine. Another morning of spring migration.
A plant is far more than its flowers. But today I photographed, almost exclusively, the sexy parts of a few early-spring wildflowers here in Vermont.
Hardly denizens of the suburban front lawns, American Robins conquer territory with a blend of moxie and manifest destiny, kind of like another American species we know all too well.